Chapter 1275 Fake Fist?

After losing the sealing magic, the skin-headed man who was injured in one leg and one hand could not even fight. He just shouted in confusion to dodge the kick of the green wing!

In fact, the green wing is also the end of the crossbow at this time, but after the war in the world of the ringers, the willpower is no longer comparable to those with spiritual abilities in the peaceful environment of the real world. The green wings that have faced many cruel battles have never flinched even if they run out of food. Even if he was surrounded by an army ten times more than himself, he was not afraid. This injury is nothing!

But the bald man only injured one hand and one foot, but he has collapsed. In fact, the green wing's current kick can't really hurt him. It just added some of his pain. As long as he persists for a while, Green Wing is afraid that he will fall down. But this pain has made him lose his will to resist. The blood-gushing wound has made him feel that life is passing.

"I surrender! Don't fight!" The bald man promised his knees and shouted, rolling and crawling.

Green Wing ignored him, just chasing him, kicking and stepping on him. As long as the referee hasn't announced the end of the battle, she won't stop!

The referee shook his head helplessly. He could see that the bald man was actually much lighter than the green wing. The green wing couldn't help overflowing blood, and the blood hole on his back was also bleeding out. The bald man suffered a serious injury to his knee, and the injury to his left wrist should not affect him to continue fighting. But he has collapsed.

Seeing that the bald man had admitted defeat, the referee had to come forward to stop the Green Wing and announce the end of the battle. The green wing fell down, but was caught by the referee and raised high. It seems that the green wings are softly hanging on the referee's hand. The runes on the field were shining, and the healing light gradually made the two contestants regain their vitality.

The green wing slowly straightened its body, and its long figure was like an unyielding green bamboo. Although it has experienced the storm, it has never bent and yielded. Although the bald man also stood up, he was dejected. His height and horse size seemed to be much shorter than the green wings. The ferocious tattoo did not make him look stronger...

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The bald tattooed man walked down the noisy stadium dejectedly, entered the secluded locker room through a passage by the side of the stadium, opened his cabinet, took out a towel, and wanted to take a shower. Suddenly, he turned around and shouted, "Who is it?" That sharp look has not been the decadent of failure on the field for a long time.

"You did a good job..." A big man in a gray-black cloak came out from behind a row of wardrobes. "A performance like you is what we need most. The enthusiasm of the audience was ignited by you...he..."

The bald man frowned and stretched out his hand, "Don't talk nonsense, where's the spiritual ticket?"

A stack of spiritual tickets was handed over, and the big man was stunned and looked a little better than the deal. He looked at the other party puzzledly, although he couldn't see the other party's face hidden under the cloak and hat.

"Do you think it's a little too much?" The little dwarf smiled angrily and said, "This is my personal kindness. You have a good grasp of strength and have not hurt our seed players. A beautiful woman's promotion will attract more viewers..."

The bald man sneered, put away the spiritual ticket, and stared at the dwarf drilled in the cloak fiercely. "Don't forget your promise to arrange my resurrection match. I haven't played enough yet!" He waved the spiritual ticket in his hand, "Oh, I haven't earned enough yet..."

"Don't worry, we have already arranged it." The man in the short cloak nodded slightly, "There should be no problem for you to enter the semi-finals... I hope our cooperation will become more and more pleasant..."

"Hmm!" The bald man ignored the other party, put the bath towel on his muscular shoulders, turned around and left.

"Have a good time..." The dwarf in the cloak was not angry and greeted each other very kindly. It was not until the figure of the bald tattoo disappeared that he slowly lifted the cloak back, and a strange face appeared under the cloak. It was Acon...

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"That bald man was originally our popular candidate..." The king of desire looked at Aken with a smile, "But you let him lose to your partner. Although it breaks our rules, it seems that your partner is more popular. Such a situation is also good... Your ability exceeds my expectations, and I think our cooperation will become more and more pleasant..."

Aken shook his feet on the table and squinted his eyes slightly to rest. He said lightly, "Your previous thinking was too old. Always focus on these scarce psychics. How many times can such a competition be held? My goal is more ambitious. Believe me, let these psychics go to see the fighting competition of ordinary human beings, and they will also be willing to pay spiritual votes..."

The elk's eyes lit up, "Do you mean to let the psychics gamble on the handicap of ordinary personality fighting? Make a bet with a spiritual ticket? Is it like a human gambling game, cockfighting, dog and cricket? Hahaha! You are such a cute guy..."

Aken pointed his head and said, "You need to use your brain to make money. Since you have other resources for reincarnation, you should start it. Let your ghost king friends also participate. I think our business should be bigger..."

The elk spirit had an impulse to kiss Akan. He stood up excitedly, "It seems that I made the right bet with you! We should look far away. There are so many ghosts and sentient beings. Although they are a little poor, the number is large! And those rich people of the Asura Road in the demon world, the leader of Yasha Rasha Road, all have a lot of treasures, hahaha! Our market can be opened bigger!"

Aken shook his finger and said disdainfully, "NO, NO, NO, your thinking is still too narrow! Although the ghosts are a little poor, they are more willing to fight and kill. Why not let them participate in this game? I seem to know a friend who has a big alien arena, and this game can be completely unlimited. You know..."

The elk spirit was overjoyed and couldn't control his emotions. Suddenly, it turned into its original shape. The fat elk with a broken horn jumped on the table and then laughed, "My dear brother Akan, you are the most intelligent monster I have ever seen... Oh, the smartest human practitioner. Alien Arena, this idea is really great! Unlimited, wow, cool! Doesn't this allow those hungry ghosts to fight against human monsters! Then how many spiritual people from the three worlds and six paths should participate in the gambling game!"

Acan lazily poured cold water, "It's just that the six sentient beings don't have a unified currency. What do you want them to gamble with? Spiritual tickets are only available in our human world..."